My life as a daughter of a bank manager

Being a bank managers daughter was not exactly a fun time growing up. Had no friends because everyone thought belonging to a banker, you were in the upper class. That was not so.

Trouble with school.

Mar 1958

Dawson Creek, B.C.

Having started school in Alberta, I was not having difficulty at all. When dad was transferred to B.C., the cirriculum was very different to Alberta and as a result, the teacher had no patience whatsoever to work with me inorder to understand and get caught up to the other students. It was a continual fight every morning with me to get me off to school because I did not like the teacher or the kids. They were very cruel.